Wouldst fain thy far-sought purchases, Panaetius' noble treatises, And all the school of Socrates, Alas! that hopes so fair should fail! Lestio primum modulate civi, Litore navim, Liberum et musas Veneremque et illi BOOK I. ODE XXXII. They bid me sing-If 'neath the shade Harp, first by Lesbian freeman sounded, Who e'en in war, by arms surrounded, Or when upon the dripping shore His storm-tost bark he had made secure, Would Liber and the Muses sing, Venus, and Love who close doth cling Always to her, and Lycus' face, Black-eyed, black-haired, and full of grace. |